Catherine Mellen's Blog, page 4
September 27, 2024
Imagine
Imagine a world that never lived in vain
A heart that beats without feeling pain.
Imagine a flower whose petals never die
Or eyes filling with water with no tears to cry.
Imagine no child could ever become ill
And all sickness’s would cure with just one pill.
I try to imagine all this to be true
And if I had a wish, I’d wish this for you.
Wishing everyone a fabulous Friday and a wonderful weekend ahead ♡
This poem titled, ‘Imagine‘ can be found in my Survivor’s Mind: When Childhood Trauma and Poetry Collide poetry book.
https://www.amazon.com/Survivors-Mind-Childhood-Trauma-Collide/dp/B08ZBMR2MR
September 25, 2024
Thank You Jesus
Help me Jesus, I’m writing a song
A music sheet, where words belong.
There is no rush, take your time
Making our words into a rhyme
Beautiful sounds for all to hear
Echoing in halls far and near.
Help me Jesus, it needs to be heard
Give peace a chance into a word.
A rhythm, a sound, a single prayer
Serenity in words for all to hear
A hand, support, a strangers smile
Contagious with kindness in a single file.
Help me Jesus, the world seems so cold
So many promises are yet to be told.
Clean up the streets, rid the world of hate
For the children of tomorrow, it’s not too late.
Give peace a chance and keep it going
Kindness and smiles will continue flowing
Thank you Jesus, I know you can hear
Together we made this song into a prayer.
This poem can be found with over 70 others that are neatly placed together in one book…
Only Beautiful Remains: Words of a Poet is available in ebook, paperback and Kindle Unlimited ⚘️
September 24, 2024
Do I Tell Him?
Do I tell him,
The truth I feel
Comfort in knowing
A friendship is real.
Do I tell him,
The warmth I felt
In his arms
I’d so easily melt.
Would my words
Even matter at all
Tripped my emotions
I stumble and fall.
Do I tell him,
He’s still the part
Tightly wrapped
Tucked in my heart.
Do I tell him,
I long for his touch
Or the simple fact
I miss him so much.
Butterfly flutters
Trembling scared
What if my words
Are all he had feared.
Do I tell him,
He’s still on my mind
A friendship like ours
Not too easy to find.
Do I tell him,
Or not say a word
Rumors do spread
And maybe he heard.
Sacred little memories
I filled to the rim
Written in words
Afraid to tell him.
This poem titled, ‘Do I Tell Him?’ can be found with over 70 others that are neatly placed together in one book…
Only Beautiful Remains: Words of a Poet is available in ebook, paperback and Kindle Unlimited ⚘️
https://a.co/d/dafteYI
September 23, 2024
Shattered Heart Pieces
It’s a new day, a new week… Remember try not to break someone’s heart, they only have one. Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them 
Shattered Heart Pieces
I carry the weight of a shattered heart
Society said, “Move On.” So I played the part.
Accepting the way of my situation
Scattered emotions in duration.
Busting in words afraid to speak
An eagle’s soar like the courage I seek.
Way above the mountain, as high as they come
Shattered heart pieces in earths mighty kingdom.
Where do they go, tiny pieces of pain?
Where do they stay, if they must remain?
I carried the weight of a shattered heart
Reality said, “Stay Strong.” So I played the part.
Accepting support as a donation
Scattered emotions and explanation.
Speaking my truth so I am heard
An eagle’s soar with each new word.
Way above the mountain, as high as they come
Shattered heart pieces in earths mighty kingdom.
Where do they go, tiny pieces of my heart?
Where do they stay, if we never do part?
This poem can be found with over 70 others that are neatly placed together in one book… Only Beautiful Remains: Words of a Poet is available in ebook, paperback and Kindle Unlimited ⚘
https://a.co/d/dafteYI
September 13, 2024
🃏Cards I’ve Been Dealt🃏
It started so young
What else could I do
Spending my days
Just surviving through.
My first shuffle of tears
Blanketed my emotions
Palets of burning stains
A stand-still of motions.
Unanswered questions
And the feelings I felt
Not really knowing
The cards I’ve been dealt.
My next round of tears
Was when I was older
A bitter winters draft
As emptiness grows colder.
A diamond, a spade
The clubs and the heart
The cards in my life
Have sure played their part.
A swelling of the eyes
The waves crashing in
Reminiscing the days
Of happiness within.
A stinging sensation
An unrequited pain
A waterfall of memories
Falling down like rain.
I find the positive
In all my heartaches
It keeps me smiling
While my heart breaks.
No matter the pain,
Throughout the years
The cards I’ve been dealt
Fall from my tears.
This poem can be found with over 70 others that are neatly placed together in one book… Only Beautiful Remains: Words of a Poet is available in ebook, paperback and Kindle Unlimited ⚘️
https://www.nfbpublishing.com/
September 10, 2024
A Stranger’s Hero
Where were you the day the world stood still?
A Strangers Hero
An act of terrorism
A foreign man’s will
What he did, the day
The world stood still.
No act of evil
Could ever compare
As we heard the news
Terrorism was here.
The planes had crashed
So many lives lost
Their souls not forgotten
No matter the cost.
Strangers came together
And friendships were bound
Assuring families
Loved ones would be found.
As days went by
It just got worse
But hearts of strangers
Was our only source.
Believing in faith
And through God’s will
We all came together
The day the world stood still.
Written by Catherine Mellen ♡
#neverforget #neverforgotten
September 9, 2024
A Stranger’s Hero
Wishing everyone a wonderful new week ahead and a remembrance of where you were the day the world stood still…
A Strangers Hero
An act of terrorism
A foreign man’s will
What he did, the day
The world stood still.
No act of evil
Could ever compare
As we heard the news
Terrorism was here.
The planes had crashed
So many lives lost
Their souls not forgotten
No matter the cost.
Strangers came together
And friendships were bound
Assuring families
Loved ones would be found.
As days went by
It just got worse
But hearts of strangers
Was our only source.
Believing in faith
And through God’s will
We all came together
The day the world stood still.
Written by Catherine Mellen ♡
This poem can be found with over 70 others that are neatly placed together in one book…
Only Beautiful Remains: Words of a Poet is available in ebook, paperback and Kindle Unlimited.
https://a.co/d/dafteYI
September 5, 2024
Querying
A querying I will go
A querying I will go
Emailed my submission
A querying I will go.
It started off real slow
First page was years ago
It’s finally in completion
And polished with a glow.
Pages I had to type
Editing was the hype
My book is finally complete
My writing skills are ripe.
Some lines I had to wipe
I complained without a gripe
A rejection letter to delete
And an agent I will swipe.
Proposal written well
A story I have to tell
I’ll spread awareness
With words I often yell.
Querying can be hell
Making fingers swell
Guidelines are for fairness
An Agents calling bell.
Proofread once again
Spacing lines too thin
Hoping for a book show
A best seller for the win.
Attach files in trash bin
No writing with a pen
A querying I will go
Until an agent says I’m in.
Written by Catherine Mellen
A poem I wrote for literary agents and the writers who query them ♡
This poem can be found with over 70 others that are neatly placed together in one book… Only Beautiful Remains: Words of a Poet is available in ebook, paperback and Kindle Unlimited ⚘️
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D4RDTC74
August 30, 2024
What Does Labor Day Mean To You?
The Meaning of Labor Day.
What does Labor Day mean to you? The most common answers to that question is: The end of summer or back to school.
Three historical holidays are celebrated throughout the summer months and all three are most times, referred to as being just that, summer holidays.
Memorial Day is the kick off to summer.
Fourth of July is the middle of summer.
Labor Day is the end of summer cook-outs.
Though Memorial Day is recognized as a day to pay tribute, salute and remember those who lost their lives serving in our Armed Forces.
And though the Fourth of July is recognized as a day we celebrate the birth of American Independence.
Labor Day is often recognized as the last of the summer barbecues, a new school year and the Jerry Lewis Labor Day Telethon.
Why do we celebrate Labor Day?
Labor Day is an annual celebration of workers and their achievements. Originated during one of American labor histories most dismal chapters.
At the height of the Industrial Revolution in the late 1800s United States, Americans worked twelve hour days, seven days a week in order to make a living. Despite restrictions in some states, children as young as five and six years old toiled in the mills, factories and mines across the country. Earning a small fraction of what their adult coworkers made.
People of all ages, mostly poor were subject to extremely unsafe working conditions, with insufficient access to fresh air, bathrooms and breaks during their working day.
As manufacturing increasingly supplanted agriculture as the wellspring of American Employment, Labor Unions, which had first appeared in the late 18th century grew more prominent and vocal.
They began organizing strikes and rallies against poor working conditions and compel employers to renegotiate hours and pay.
Many of those events turned violent during this period including the Haymarket Riot of 1886 in which several Chicago workers and police officers were killed.
Others gave rise to long standing traditions. On September 5, 1882, more than ten thousand workers took an unpaid time off to march from City Hall to Union Square in New York City.
Holding the first Labor Day Parade in U.S. History.
The idea of a ‘Workingmens Holiday‘ celebrated on the first Monday of September quickly caught on in other Industrial centers across the country and many states passed legislation recognizing it.
Congress would not legalize the Holiday until twelve years later when a watershed moment in American Labor History brought workers rights squarely into the public view. On May 11, 1894 employees at the Pullman Palace Car Company in Chicago went on strike to protest wage cuts and the firing of Union Representatives.
On June 26, the American Railroad Union led by Eugene V. Debs called for a boycott of all Pullman railway cars. Crippling railroad traffic nationwide.
To break the Pullman Strike, the Federal Government dispatched troops to Chicago. Unleashing a wave of riots and the deaths of more than a dozen workers.
Who Created Labor Day?
In the wake of this massive unrest and in an attempt to repair ties with American Workers, Congress passed an act making Labor Day a legal holiday in the District of Columbia and territories. On June 28, 1894 President Grover Cleveland signed it into law. More than a century later, the true Founder of Labor Day has yet to be identified.
Many credited Peter J. McGuire, cofounder of the American Federation of Labor while others have suggested it was Mathew Maguire, a secretary of the Central Labor Union.
The Uniform Monday Holiday Act of 1968 changed several holidays to ensure they would always be celebrated on Mondays. So federal employees could have more three day weekends. The act signed into law on June 28, 1968 moved Washington’s Birthday, Memorial Day and Columbus Day to fixed Monday’s each year.
Labor Day is celebrated in cities and towns across the United States with parades, barbecues, picnics, fireworks and other public gatherings.
For many Americans, young adults and children, Labor Day represents the end of summer and the start of a new school year.
Labor Day pays tribute to the contributions and achievements of working people. Celebrated the first Monday in September every year.
Canada Labour Day is also celebrated the first Monday in September along with over eighty countries celebrating ‘International Worker’s Day’ on May 1st. The Ancient European Holiday of ‘May Day‘
The next time you are questioned, “What does Labor Day mean to you?”
Answer them, “It’s my Day.”
Yes, the working you. The you, who worked their whole life. The you, who struggles to survive with each paycheck.
Labor Day was created for you.
Those folks back in the 1800s, they fought for our rights as workers. We celebrate them and we celebrate each other.
Enjoy your day and Happy Labor Day to you.
Thank you all for sharing this awesome piece of History with me.
Peace and blessings to all♡
Your friend, Catherine Mellen aka Irishgirl692
August 7, 2024
MishMash Brain
Frozen in time, nowhere to go
Voices in my brain, telling what they know.
Creepy little words rumble my brain
Trying to make matter, a reason or explain.
Definitions scramble up, a mix match of words
Scatters the brain like fly away birds.
A struggle, a defeat
An everyday pain
The secret surroundings
Of a Mishmash Brain.
Give me a pill to drown out the voices
Or give me a list of some other choices.
Closing in, it’s about to explode
Disappointments quietly unfold.
Repeating the cycle of an unopened door
Accepting the challenge, wanting no more.
A victory, a smile
A courage of propane
Exploding through the words
Of a Mishmash Brain.
Winning the war of words unsaid
Waking the silence of the undead.
Mishmash Brain settle on down
I’ve got the control this time around.
Freedom I have, a whole world to explore
Voices in my brain, settling the score.
Written by Catherine Mellen ♡
In 2018 a Judge questioned me about the repressed memories I had experienced in 2015/2016. I answered him that it was like my brain went all mishmash. He responded, “That mishmash provided the answers you needed to be here today and I want you to know how proud I am of your determination to find the closure you so deserve.”
I then went home and wrote this poem about surviving repressed memories.
This poem can be found in my Survivor’s Mind Poetry Book.
https://www.amazon.com/Survivors-Mind-Childhood-Trauma-Collide/dp/B08ZBMR2MR
